by Ivory Web | Dec 4, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Doves Flying from Gravel in the CemeteryLa Petite Maine, pouring silentlythough Montaigu across the water-meadow.I come up its banks, and through the stained gates.Then strain for resurrection:the notes of bones reshuffled, if I listen. In this cold, careful...
by Ivory Web | Dec 3, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Nobody Pays for ItTwo days after his car was found burnt-out near a cliff’s edge her PA handed her a padded envelope. She recognized the handwriting, its unruly loops and truncated stems. There were meetings scheduled that day. Her clients had travelled distances, one...
by Ivory Web | Dec 2, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Letting the Secret Out There is a child that grows inside her mouth,rooted like a word that cannot be spoken. All night it flutters on the rough of her tongue,restlessly gulping liquid down. She sleeps towards the wall, afraid to snore.In dreams,...
by Ivory Web | Dec 2, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Silver Anniversary There beyond the shrubthe sun medallions on the grassaround a python and boar,the python winding. Through binoculars I seethe python work so slow.The boar now knows what I learned long ago.To go this waytakes years.* Donal Mahoney...
by Ivory Web | Dec 1, 2010 | Prose & Poetry
Auchterawe WoodThis is how it is in the word:wind, water, wet, wood.Filling, jurgling roll of stone,bird needle, flute of bone:this is how it is by ear.Deep and dark. Viridian.Flash of splash of falling light:this is how it is by eye.Cheek of ice, feather breath,spat...
